A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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kuchh rasto par kadam rakh kar

kuch rasto par kadam rakh kar bhi 

meri ruh unhe pehchaanti nahi

tum puch

I Am Trying

I know there's something great in me,

Something I struggle to find.

The days and

The Tyrants
The tyrants are on the loose again;
They hate all but their own.
They give their lives to kill

First Kiss...

We sat

And talked

About nothing

I looked

Into

Your eyes

Seeds Of Growth

Water the seed, and a plant will grow.

Feed the plant, and a tree will grow.

Give

Friendship
When we were idlers with the loitering rills,
The need of human love we little noted:
Our love

Me without you...

Me without you is like
a nerd without braces,
A shoe without laces,
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KAHIN YE MERI ZINDAGI TO NAHI

इन अंधेरों में मुझे एक रौशनी सी दिखती

Always Friends

I accept you in confidence,
I listen and admire your wisdom.
We are one when we are tog

HAR KHUSHI DOSTO KE SATH

हर ख़ुशी तकलीफ, साथ साथ जिया करते थे